[new] | Martian Program Persistent

Home. The word felt theoretical now, like a mathematical proof for a dimension she couldn't visualize.

The dust storm had been screaming for three sols, and Commander Eva Solis was beginning to forget the sound of her own voice. martian program persistent

She thought of the war. Of the silence from Earth. Of the possibility that she was not the last human, but the first one these things had found. Home. The word felt theoretical now

It was the last message from Earth.

“Classify what?” she whispered.